Here is yet another hard-boiled detective parody, with a
tortured and incomprehensible hash of a plot about stolen
panties whose owner can rule the world (note to laundry:
special one-hour service, please). The reason this seems more
tired than other such idiocies is that the sex isn't hung on
the plot -- it's hung on the five-times repeated notion that
you fuck someone in order to get them to talk -- and it never
works, or advances the story. So why bother with the story?
The obligatory girl/girler with Bionca and Persia starts
things off, followed by four anal scenes, including a
three-way with Persia and the somnolent pair Cal Jammer and
Tim Lake. A pair of decent anals -- between Bionca and T.T.,
and Mona and Marc, respectively -- start to steam, but they
are intercut such numbing regularity as to kill off any
interest. Imagine MTV, but without the music.

Bionca and Persia are consistently nasty sex performers, but
their partners are only perfunctory here. Melanie and Marc
contribute a hot closing scene. The quantity -- six scenes -
and the ladies' enthusiasm, and the amount of anal action,
make this acceptable, but not much beyond.